MOD LOG #3

[bequiet]

MOD LOG #3

Arriving in style
Content Warnings: Fighting, death, violence
Themes: Survival, plot

It's early in the day when it happens. The red dust that seems to be everywhere sweeps through the city streets, mixing with the steady patter of rain and making it hard to see and breathe. All red and leaving the taste of copper if inhaled, what could have been an easy day without any trouble quickly becomes anything but. While those in the community are heading for cover or finding ways to continue on through it, the new arrivals begin waking up in different cities all over the world. There won't be anyone to greet them, and leaving the room through the door is their choice - after doing so, they'll immediately step out into the city they were assigned. The streets are empty, houses abandoned, everything crumbling and in ruins. There will be signs noting their location, which they'll catch a glimpse of before a sharp push forward causes darkness to engulf them.

Waking up for the second time, in Reims but not in the Reset Room, they'll come to inside the red dust as it whips through the streets of the community. They won't be alone for long. Another person will be waking up beside them, and after a few moments of disorientation, try to attack. They might have weapons or use their hands, and they will not stop until they've taken a fatal blow. Their blood is dust, and they, along with their weapons, disintegrate after they've died. Can you stop them on your own? Will someone come to your aid?

The Sight of Lightning
Content Warnings: Poison, sex
Themes: Survival, plot

The day after the storm, the same red dust will find its way through Reims and come into contact with every person. Since the dust is everywhere, some might not notice that it's floating through the community and know that something is off. The effects don't begin until night fall, where everyone will feel the desire to seek out companionship of many different kinds. Though it is not always the case, the people that saw each other in color will "want" to be with that person more strongly than they might already, and will be more likely to confess or do something about it. Some might feel an intense need to be around another person, though not necessarily sexually - almost as if they need that person around them to be happy or content. For some, it might be a desire that can only be fulfilled by more than one person.

The effects wear off the next time the person gets wet. This can be a splash of water across the face or fully submerged. Or even drinking something.

OOC
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NAVIGATION

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Comments

[kiljoy]

Afraid not.

[And he does note that could not, that's interesting. Either she's got some very interesting powers or she's overconfident, but she certainly took out her assailant without a problem.]

There are more where he came from. I can help you find shelter.

[And, conveniently, if she tags along with him she can protect him from attack. He'd like to make it down this street in one piece. Kilgrave gestures at her. This way.]

[monomachy]

[Diana grinds her teeth, frowning at the grit she feels between them. This sand is not like the sand on the beaches of Themyscira; it is coarser, with a way of working its way into every nook and cranny. Something doesn't seem right about it, for some reason.]

Thank you. The sooner we're out of the open, the better.

[She nods, a further acceptance, and keeps her shield out in case it is needed. Antiope had tried to train her into having a tactician's mind, to regard everyone and everything with wariness--but some habits are hard to break. She isn't one to turn down an offer of help given freely. No Amazon would.]

[kiljoy]

[He walks quickly, trying not to breathe too much of the dust-fogged air, every now and then stealing half-glances at the Amazon woman with her shield.]

Haven't seen you around before. When'd you arrive?

[Because he definitely would have remembered her. That's a pretty unforgettable outfit.]

[monomachy]

[The outfit, unfortunately, offers little protection from the dust in the air. Though she can't yet hear it, she can feel the slats of metal beginning to grind against one another. It will be an ordeal to clean the armor, but her concern for that will have to come later. A wry smile finds her lips, and can't help but laugh.]

About five minutes ago. And my welcome was a bar of steel aimed at my head.

[kiljoy]

[Well, that's new. He frowns at her.]

You arrived out here?

[That's not how it's supposed to happen.]

[monomachy]

[She nods, methodically scanning in front of them and listening for anyone else who might be lurking in the storm.]

In the street. The man who attacked me woke up beside me.

[This is definitely not the best planet she's been to. And after a moment, she seems to infer something, and glances at him.]

That isn't normal.

[None of this is normal, but. It's all kind of relative now.]

[kiljoy]

No, it isn't. Granted, none of this is normal but all the previous arrivals woke up in a particular room, not out on the street. Actually, we're not far from there, I'll show you.

[He means the reset room. It's the nearest available shelter he can think of, so that's where they're headed. A pause, then he remembers to ask:]

What's your name?

[monomachy]

[She nods, keeping a firm grip on her shield as she follows him. Reset room. It has an ominous ring to it, sort of like resurgence did. She hopes it isn't the same kind of thing.]

Diana. [A curt answer, but not unkind. There's too much else to focus on at the moment besides niceties. Still, she adds:] And you?

[kiljoy]

[That answer is fine by him. He nods, offering a quick smile though he's still tense, looking around as they cross the street.]

Kilgrave. I'd say pleasure to meet you, but... well. [He shrugs, indicating the post-apocalyptic hellscape around them.] These aren't the best circumstances.

[monomachy]

[Her lips press into a thin line. No, these are not the best circumstances at all. But it's what they're stuck with, so she may as well make the most of it.]

There are worse ways to meet a person, if you can believe it.

[There's a hint of wry humor in her voice, but it isn't much. It's mostly to avoid complete silence between the two of them. That was something she'd never had much mind for, even after leaving Themyscira.]

[kiljoy]

[That sounds like she's got a story or two. He takes note, meeting her eyes, but doesn't say anything else until they reach the reset room (and shelter, at last), Kilgrave opening the door for her.]

Take my hand. I'll show you inside.

[He offers his hand. This is purely a test to check if she's vulnerable to his mind control; he's found it useful to know where he stands.]

[monomachy]

[The sight of a door is a relief, but she keeps her eyes on the area they're leaving. Diana glances to him at the offer, but shakes her head.]

You go first, I will cover us out here.